Live from a branch library on Pelham Road, Greenville
Quickly, quickly-
I'm under a time limit (15 minutes)...
Past few days have been a whirlwind of car trips, business cards, cell phone messages, and sudden, drastic, changes in plans.
Sunday night, I got lost in Gastonia on my way to corporate apartment. Had to enlist Papa Bear and C-Kitty for navigational assistance. Had the place to myslef, though. Store-bought sushi, too, which probably tasted better at the time than it should have.
Monday, I get to Belmont, and quickly discover that they were not ready for me. Where else did they think I was going on 6/20? I have no idea. They sat me with some folks in FPS support to kill some morning time, then sent me to HR to fill out forms. As soon as I was done there, they told me, Hey, guess what, yer goin to Greer...right now...keep in mind that I thought I was to remain at the Gastonia apt until 6/24.
I drive down to Greer, grab an Arby sammich, and head to the Honeywell plant. No expectations to see me there, so I just sat and watched.
Tuesday, I came back to Honeywell, found out early that I would probably be going to some unnamed other plant at some unconfirmed date and time. So I sat, watched, waited, got taken out to Tex-Mex, and then, late in the day, found out that I was needed in Asheville. For the rest of this week and all of the next.
Wednesday, still unsure where I would be sleeping for the next 10 days, I hit the road to Asheville. Interstate ll the way. Visited an aerospace company there and met a nice guy named Lenn, who is in charge of the tool crib. He needed help labeling and organizing multiple cabinets full of industrial tooling (reamers, bits, etc). Unfortunately, I know jack squat about industrial tooling, so he spent a good portion of the day just getting me to a point where I understood what he needed for me to do. Still, I must have made a good impression, because he took me out to eat. Received word later in the day that I would NOT be staying in Asheville, but that I would be issued a rental car. Chrysler Sebring. Gold. Pimptastic!!!
So, I'm back in Greenville now, tooling around in my pimp-mobile, looking for some falafel.
I guess I'm having fun, but I sure do miss Chauntelle. This all would be so much funnier if she were here to share it with me.
I guess that's all from Pelham Road. Love from me to all a yuns...
P-Cat
3 Comments:
Yo Yo from C-Kitty...C-Kitty in da howse! (I thought I would talk "street" as Patrick is in a Pimpmobile. No, I didn't think it was working, either.)
Glad that Patrick found a way to blog...I know that we've all been in a funk without his daily dose of humour. (Rachel, the British spelling is for you...)
I miss him; we talk at least twice a day (more, if he's in a bad cell area & the call keeps dropping), which isn't NEARLY enough, but I will take what I can get.
I'm keeping busy with my own house projects...see my blog for more details on the latest adventure...
9:47 AM, June 23, 2005
Dang, I wish it were easier for you. I know without "C-Kitty" there everything could seem even worse. Good to see you are trying to keep your chin up. I know things could be much worse. I'm afraid I would have already killed someone. Just hang in there!!!!! I love you very much!
10:02 PM, June 23, 2005
Sweet Mother of Cool says: Hang in there kids, P-Cat can and will maintain! Poor P-Kitty, at least P-Cat is having an adventure, P-Kitty is cleanin'out the howse. Tough work, cleanin', especially by yourself. Love you P-Cat and P-Kitty!!
10:11 AM, June 24, 2005
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